Tensei saki de suterareta no de, mofumofu tachi to oryouri shimasu ~okazari ouhi wa my pace ni saiky

A fluffy aromatic chiffon cake brought to the cafeteria.

Cut into pieces for easy eating, and finished with whipped cream made in parallel.

Well-foamed cream contains air and is light.

White whipped cream looks like clouds on a fluffy, egg-colored chiffon cake.

It was a combination of soft and delicious shades that would make me happy just by looking at it.

The flavor and texture changes, and the serving can hide where the chiffon cake was.

I'm sure I have muscle pain tonight, but I think it's worth trying hard to make it.

"Dear Retichea, I've finished my work! Do you still have any sweets?

"Welcome back, Kurona. I'm just about to taste it."

I did it ~!

Krona sat in front of me with a voice of joy.

When I sliced the cake and served the whipped cream, I shook the fork and reached out.

"Shuwat...!!"

Kurona opened her eyes and was surprised.

Like an excited cat, your pupils are expanding round.

Following her, I carried the cake to my mouth.

The lightweight fabric is soft, yet it conveys a moist sweetness.

Moisturizing yet fluffy.

The sweetness of the eggs and sugar fills the mouth with a gentle taste.

It is an exquisite texture created by adding oil to the fabric and mixing it.

Kurona seemed to be obsessed with it, so she quickly ate up and demanded a replacement in silence.

I'm glad you ate delicious food, but I'll shake my neck sideways.

"Unfortunately, that's all for today. I'm going to let the cooks who lent me the kitchen eat it."

"Be careless... But surely, you can't have this all by yourself...."

A silent and sad Krona. I felt like my tail was tickling or something.

"... I'm going to make it again, so will you share it with Kurona and the maids?

"Yes! Thank you!!"

Turn around and gladly shine your eyes, Krona.

... Chiffon cake, if you're so happy with this, is it a good grip?

I'm going to look around and behave like a maid or servant and start an exchange.

After finishing the chiffon cake and taking a cup of Lucian's brewed tea, the door of the cafeteria was knocked down.

It was Gilbert, the chief chef of this detached house, who came in.

I'm a middle-aged man with a slender, slender body and a depression around his eyes...

... and yet, you look a little pale?

The atmosphere with shadows has been around for a long time, but today it feels darker than before.

"Dear Reticcia, I heard that the confectionery has been completed. Do you mind if I go out with your partner?

"Please. It would be helpful if you could share your thoughts."

Cut and serve the cake.

Gilbert started eating after observing the appearance for a while and checking the scent.

How do you feel about the chiffon cake and the real cook?

When you wait a little longer, Gilbert's vibe gets darker and heavier.

"Didn't it fit your mouth...?

Afraid to ask, Mr Gilbert raised his face as if he were calm.

"No!! The taste is so delicious!! But that's why..."

What does that mean?

I'm happy to say it's delicious, but the expression is too dark for that.

Mr Gilbert reached out to his palm with a thicker face.

Paper pieces removed. The characters that were stuck there.

"... resign?

It's a fine handwriting that shows Gilbert's personality, but the words are the problem.

"Is there anything that bothers you or your family?

"No, it's not. The only thing I was prepared for was the chiffon cake."

"... what do you mean?

Serve the cake. They say it's delicious and they eat it. His face will be blue, and he will give up his resignation.

... I didn't understand the meaning at all.

"This cake was very delicious. From Leticia, who can cook such wonderful dishes, I think I am a good cook... I'm used to getting my neck cut off, so please fire me."

"Why is that...? I really appreciate Gilbert's cooking."

I mean it.

The day after I came to this detachment, I was told that the spices of my meal were modest.

I didn't insist on changing the whole menu, so I asked for it, but the resulting dishes were much easier to eat.

Even though the spices have been reduced slightly, the flavour is still dark, but the flavour has become dark and harmonious, and this is the dish that I think it is.

As expected, my tongue gets bored with dark dishes every day, so I made chiffon cake today.

The most delicious noble dish ever eaten in the world.

Aside from seasoning, seeing how to serve and cut ingredients, Gilbert's cooking skills are certain.

I can't fire him for cooking such food.

When I persuaded her to resign, I found Gilbert stroking her chest with relief.

"I'm sorry. Even though I was ordered to change the flavor of the dish, even though Leticia herself stood in the kitchen today, I wondered if we were dissatisfied with the food....."

"That's not true. I only entered the kitchen today because it was my hobby, and I had my seasoning changed because I like spices less. Gilbert and the others are responding well to my selfishness. Be confident."

"... thank you. What a waste of words for me."

Mr Gilbert, I'm afraid, had a humble attitude.

It is said that my waist is too low for me, the queen.

"Mr. Gilbert, I'd like to ask you one thing... Earlier, you said you were used to getting your neck cut, but does that mean that you were probably necked at work before you came to this separation house?

"Yes, that's right. It's embarrassing, but... Before I came here, I kept the kitchen with you. But it didn't work out with my colleagues, and they gave me time."

... that's what happened.

It was quite sudden that I came to this separation.

It must have been difficult to gather top cooks in a short period of time.

That's why I was kicked out of my previous workplace, and maybe Gilbert was dispatched.

The cook's job is more than just cooking.

They also need the ability to regulate relationships with colleagues and how employers like them.

The more a cook is hired by royal lords and nobles, the heavier the weight of abilities other than cooking.

Sometimes cooks fight with each other to form factions, and losers are kicked out.

Gilbert, I don't think you're a bad person, but you seem to have a weak push...

I am more likely to have been caught up in a faction feud in the workplace than I have seen any major problems with my arms or personality.

Gilbert's expulsion from his previous job left him completely unconfident about his cooking, a familiar story.

"Don't look at me like that, Gilbert. I think the cooking you cook is based on proven skill and experience."

"Thank you very much. But you don't have to worry about such pathetic me...."

"I'm not flattered. I don't know if it'll prove it... If you'll excuse me, Mr. Gilbert, could you accompany me to my cooking when you have time?

"... for Leticia's cooking?

"Yes, please?

There are many recipes I would like to try, but I am an amateur about the ingredients and cooking methods that are unique to this world.

With the help of Gilbert, an expert in the world, it will be much easier to reproduce and arrange global cuisine.

Delicious cooking is progressing, and in the process, I wish Gilbert could regain a little confidence.